I was at home. My wife (at the time) was staying at the hospital with our newborn son...and I'd come home for the night. It was kind of nice to sit in the dark and listen to "grandchester Meadows" by Pink Floyd and smoke a joint. The luminous green light shone from the stereo receiver.
When I awoke in the morning and turned on the radio...I heard the news. And it was interesting to see all of the people from different walks of life who drove with their headlights on that day in honor of John. The last words he ever spoke were ..." I've been shot."